I saw him lunge at me, leaning against the wall, kicking his foot hard and shrinking down.

He immediately threw himself into the air, and the dagger in his hand was stuck in the wall behind him, and I put my hands together, and pushed him forward with two forearms, pushing him to the chest, and pushing him back two steps.

He didn't stop when I pushed him away, but once again he lunged at me with his dagger in his hand, but he rushed halfway through, his body jerked, and then he slowly fell to the ground.

It was then that I saw a man behind him glaring at me with a fierce face, looking even more terrible than the man who had fallen.

By this time the battle in the whole house was nearing its end, and the ground was already covered with people, and there were no more than ten people standing.

The man in front of me stared at me and rushed up quickly, and the dagger in his hand stabbed me in the head with a very skillful oblique stab, and I dodged sharply, and his knife was empty, but he still had a back hand, and stabbed it diagonally, and slashed at my chest.

If I were to be someone else, I would definitely not be able to avoid him, but I am someone who has learned martial arts skills from masters like Han Yi and Zhao Zichu, so I have already seen through all his moves before he makes a move.

When he slashed here, I had already raised my arm to meet him, grabbed his forearm, then flipped my wrist, grabbed his arm, pulled it to the side, and then kicked his calf, he fell to the ground, I flipped his wrist, the dagger immediately fell to the ground, I kicked him again, kicked his head against the wall, and then fainted instantly.

I sighed, immediately had a sense of foreboding, quickly turned my head to look behind, only to see a foreigner behind me quietly touching over, seeing me look back, his body instantly paused, somewhat cautiously shook the dagger in his hand, and looked at me vigilantly.

He was followed by two foreigners, and there were only four of us standing in the room.

Obviously, these foreigners are much smarter, and they have reached an agreement before the first action, and the five of them work as a team, kill the others first, and then finish it themselves, so they have survived until now, otherwise they might have died at the beginning.

The three foreigners glanced at each other, discussed a few words in a low voice, and the two people in the back also followed, standing with the foreigner in front, raising the knife in their hands, and the three of them seemed to come up together to besiege me.

I made a stop gesture at them and said "stop." ”

But they didn't stop at all.

I was a little helpless, so I immediately arched myself and looked at the corpse on the ground, beware of tripping over the corpse when I would move my hand.

When the three of them were about to rush towards me, I suddenly lowered my body, and several of them were startled, and they jumped back in an instant.

I licked my lips and smiled a little fiercely.

Actually, when I was bending down, I went to get the dagger, and I picked up two at once, one in each hand, and then beckoned to them and motioned for them to come up.

When I was fighting with the person behind me just now, they all saw it, and they probably knew that I knew Chinese kung fu, so they were very afraid of me at this time.

In the end, the foreigner in the middle said something, and then the three of them rushed up again, and the daggers in the hands of the three of them stabbed at me in unison.

Although the foreigners know teamwork, their skills are too poor, if you change to someone who waits a little longer, you know that in this case, three people and three daggers must be stabbed to different parts, but the three of them stabbed me in the neck at the same time.

As soon as I dodged and squatted, I dodged, and then I raised my hands and stabbed them fiercely from both sides, and pierced the legs of the two people on both sides, and they immediately screamed loudly, and their bodies fell to the ground.

The foreigner in the middle immediately looked down at me, and then the dagger in his hand pointed down and stabbed me on the head.

I dodged and sprang up with a thud, the blade sinking into his jaw.

The foreigner's eyes widened suddenly, his hands covered his chin, his mouth was open, and he wanted to say something, and his body slowly fell back.

I looked down at the other two foreigners on the ground, who were looking at me with horrified expressions on their faces, and they were leaning back.

At that moment, I felt a strange air flow coming from behind me, and with a sudden bow, an object flew out of my head.

I looked back sharply and found that the person I had kicked unconscious had already woken up, holding several daggers in his hands, sneered at me, and then raised a dagger again and threw it at me, my head lowered, and my hand stretched out.

I easily dodged the dagger he tossed, but the dagger I threw was already in his throat.

He clutched his neck, looked at me in horror, and slowly fell backwards.

I turned to look at the two foreigners, who were so frightened that they waved their hands at me in horror and pleaded, as if begging me not to kill them.

With a sigh and some hesitation, I looked up at the camera in the corner, threw the dagger in my hand, and made an "over" gesture at them to signal that they were over.

But no one came to open the door outside.

At that moment, there was a sudden noise in the corner of the cell door, and then a figure was seen standing up from the pile of dead people, much cleaner than the others, especially on the face, there was almost no blood.

I saw that his face was dark and his hair was slightly curly, like the curly-haired man who died in the cage where I was that day.

But I know it's not him, it's just that they all look the same in my eyes.

Obviously, he was pretending to be dead just now, and now that everyone is almost dead, he stood up.

The black-faced man looked at me, then lowered his head, picked up a dagger, took one look and threw it away, picked it up again, and threw it away again with one look.

It's clear that he's picking the right one.

It wasn't until he found one that he slowly walked towards us.

I was instantly nervous, and I knew from the posture of the black-faced man that he was not ordinary, and he might have practiced.

He walked up to the two foreigners, then grabbed one of them by the head and slashed him in the neck.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head slightly, a little unbearable.

The other foreigner was frightened when he saw it, and grabbed the weapon next to him and threw it at the black-faced man.

The black-faced man had a calm face and walked straight towards him, and the foreigner's voice was crying: "Please! Please！ ”

But the black-faced man didn't have the slightest sympathy, and quickly stretched out his hand and pierced the foreigner's chest.

Then he straightened up and walked slowly towards me.

I saw the cruelty of the black-faced man, and I couldn't help but feel a little angry, then I turned around and picked up two daggers from the ground, twisted my neck, and raised my hands, ready to fight him.

The black-faced man came to me, spread his legs, put one hand on his forearm across his chest, and held a dagger on his forearm with the other, and then beckoned to me to go first.

I looked cold, and then kicked quickly, quickly rushed towards him, the dagger in my hand quickly swung towards his head, he flashed back, I held the dagger in my other hand, and threw my arm away, straight to his chest.

As soon as he saw that his face changed, the dagger in his hand hurriedly came to block, and he said goodbye to my dagger, the two daggers were entangled together, I pulled back hard, and then stabbed him in the arm, and the dagger pierced his arm fiercely.

He let out a terrible scream, and then threw himself on his knees, as if begging for mercy at me.

My heart softened, I sighed, and slowly let go of my hand.

He withdrew his hand and looked at his arm in pain, then his other hand trembled and grabbed the dagger on his arm.

But the moment he grabbed the dagger, he grabbed it violently, his eyes were cold, and he stabbed me in the lower abdomen.

I had already taken precautions, and as soon as the dagger in my hand was flipped over, I blocked it at once, grabbed his wrist with the other hand, looked down at him coldly, a trace of horror flashed on his face, and began to beg for mercy again.

I snorted, pulled out the dagger in my hand, and slammed it into his neck.